yesterdays

I hear the whisper of yesterdays gone
I hear the laughter that was once my own
I see the love that I once had
I see the approval that I once scrambled to have.

I see us drifting apart
I see my weaknesses
Like secrets stowed
 within a fragile soul
You touched and I broke.
My oversensitive soul.

I see you hold new hands
And continue the song we began
I see myself at the begin of the rhapsody
We were neighbouring notes on a page
In a song that I no more call my own.